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With a basketful of her fresh hen fruit. 



If the milkmaid's beau makes a Sunday call 



She doesn't feed him on milk at all, 



But works up eggs in a custard pie, 



And stuffs him full of a, chicken fry. 



And when the old man wants a horn, 



Does he take the druggist d. load of corn? 



Not much!. He simply robs a nest, 



And to town he goes — you know the rest: 



He hangs around with the cliques and rings, 



And talks of politics and things, 



While his poor wife stays at home and scowls, 



But is saved from want by these selfsame fowls; 



For, while her husband lingers there, 



She watches the cackling hen with care, 



And gathers eggs, and the eggs she'll hide 



Till she saves enough the stem to tide. 



Then hail! All nail! the .Kansas hen, 



The greatest blessing of all to men; 



Throw up your hats and omit a howl 



For the persevering barn yard fowl! 



Corn may be King, but 11s plainly seen, 



The Kansas hen, is the Kansas Queen. 

 DISCUSSION. 

 Mr. Johnson: Did you ever take a number of fowls and chickens ana 

 feed them, keeping track of the cost to you, and know what the profit to 

 you was on the chickens? My experience has been if you keep a certain 

 number, and beyond that there is- no profit unless you are so situated 

 that you can steal feed from the neighbors. 



A. Unfortunately farmers are so far off the chickens get away and 

 stay there. I started the attempt of keeping large numbers together, but 

 it was disastrious. 



